Crazy People Are Life's Brilliant Colours
Crazy people are life’s brilliant colours
A Street can look so dull but to a crazy person a parade of dancing fairies appear as the floor catches the rain
A fence post can look ordinary but to a crazy person the scratches in the wood would unveil a renascence picture to the brain
A wardrobe is just a piece of furniture but to a crazy person it’s a place to hide from the fumbling green giant when he goes insane
A quiet room is something familiar but to a crazy person it’s somewhere the voices in his head can tell him to do things he shouldn’t again
A piece of music is common place but in the mind of a crazy person the wonderful memory of a young lover that he still in his heart retained
A conversation can be uncomplicated until the crazy man comes in on a complete tangent and starts talking about how the trees tell him of the midnight crocodile train
A man walking towards you seems unthreatening but watch the crazy man believe that he is chasing him with a big bread knife yet thinks he is sane
A window scene seems incredibly dull yet the crazy man watches every movement in the window to make sure he is alone and not liable to meet the devil at the window pane
A word like crazy can seem normal to say yet every time I see it the crazy man always and forever will be in unequivocal pain.
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